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Chapter 3
PK
The evening couldn't have been weirder if they tried. After having a blast meeting up with the guys from the Sound, Clarissa ran into him and they found the most adorable little puppy.
Now they were waiting in a vet's office filling out paperwork, but it felt like a nightmare since they literally knew nothing about the dog. If he had to guess, it was a sheep dog, possibly a mountain dog, and at most only six months old. But it was a wild guess.
In the car ride over to the vet, the puppy settled into Clarissa's lap like a lucky bastard. Despite knowing that it would never happen without Clarissa trying to kill him, he would have loved to lay his head in her lap like the little puppy had. The puppy was so content to be so close to her pussy.
He chastised himself for being jealous of the dog. Clarissa hated PK, and he didn't see that changing anytime soon. He made sure she didn't fall on her ass while she was drunk, and even that had pissed her off.
The only thing they seemed to bond over was the puppy.
After a little bit, they were pulled back to the examination room. The vet was very understanding of their plight.
Up first was the scan to see if there was a tracking chip. Unfortunately, that ended up being a dead end. There was no such chip.
PK probably shouldn't have been happy that the puppy had no owner, but he was seeing a future that included keeping the puppy. He smirked at Clarissa. She shook her head in annoyance, but it was softer than usual. He was wearing her down.
From there, the vet did a whole examination of the puppy. The vet gave him a full barrage of shots. Unfortunately, the puppy had an infection, and it was a little dehydrated and hungry. The vet recommended a specialized diet that PK was happy to foot the bill for.
As they were waiting for the vet to come back with a sample of the special food, Clarissa leaned against PK. He loved how her head just laid perfectly on his chest. It took every ounce of self-control not to start rubbing her arms or kissing her forehead. But he held her close to him since he didn't trust her to stand up on her own.
Then the three of them were allowed to go home.
Clarissa
On the way back to the apartment complex, Clarissa realized PK wasn't that bad of a guy. He happily paid for all the puppy's care without batting an eye. Sure, he had a vast amount of money thanks to his hockey career, but there was something so completely endearing about the way he looked at and treated the puppy.
They didn't have one fight while they were at the vet. It was the longest amount of time they spent in each other's company without getting into an argument. There was only one time she was tempted to wipe the smirk off his face.
Craziest of all in her book, she felt safe in his embrace. He just quietly held her up like they were dating. She could have sworn he wanted to kiss her, but instead, he was a gentleman. The exact opposite of the cocky asshole he typically was.
She absent-mindedly petted the puppy that had fallen asleep in her lap as PK quietly drove them home. She was ready to fall asleep too but not in front of PK.
As PK got close to the complex, he said, "We should name the little guy. Do you have anything in mind?"
She was surprised that he asked her about a name. Since he took over all the paperwork and was the vocal one at the vet, she assumed that he was taking ownership of the puppy. "I don't know. But I know I don't want some stupid hockey reference like Chirper or Hattrick."
That got a sinful chuckle from him. She’d had no idea how sexy his laugh was. She was so used to just pissing him off all the time that she’d never heard him laugh so freely before.
Girl, get it together. It's PK. Not a real hockey god.
"Nah. I was thinking of a human name. Something like Nathan."
"No." That got her giggling. It sounded so damn formal and stiff for a dog, but this puppy had been pretty chill, mostly just lying down on her lap or content to be petted. "We can't call him Nathan. I know you hockey players all too well. You would never call him Nathan. It would be Nate or Natedog."
Then came that sinful laugh again. That deep chuckle. "What's wrong with that? I think he looks like the perfect little Natedog or Nate."
"So call him Nate. Not Nathan," she said sternly. "The poor little guy would have no clue what his name is."
They pulled into the complex. Of course, PK was one of those guys that couldn't just pull into a parking spot. No. He had to back into the spot. So she couldn't get away from him.
But that's when it hit her: she didn't actually want to get away from him. He was actually funny and caring.
He looked down at the puppy in her lap. "What's your thought? Do you like the name Nathan?" The puppy let out a small little yip and then started to lick his fingers. His lips curled up, and he looked so smug. "I think he likes Nathan."
She lifted up the puppy and shook the tiny body. "Really. You want to be called Nathan?"
